 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 sider
...tender is the night, And haply the queen moon is on her throne, Clustej'd around by all her starry fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. • v. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 360 sider
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Nor what soft incense hungs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet I cannot see... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 sider
...the night, 35 And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 sider
...the Qneen-Moon is on her throne, Clnster'd aronnd by all her starry fays; Bnt here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs npon the bonghs, Bnt, in embalmed darkness, gness each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 sider
...is the night, And haply the Queen- Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs uoon the boughs, The Comet. 211... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 sider
...him ami knew U. N«xex > Haul, "la a home at the font of High- / <run the voice of death BWeclcr." But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the brcr/c- blown Through verdurous blooms ami winding mossy ways. I cannot Bee what flowers arc at my... | |
 | 1870 - 464 sider
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; 45 White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench - 1870 - 466 sider
...the night, 35 And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 sider
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 sider
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; f this unsighing people of the woods. NAPOLEON. "T...yet alive ! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Tin- crass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild, — White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantine ; Fiat-fading... | |
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet... 
